“Isn’t this that got you guys into trouble in the first place? You claiming ownership of songs that you co-wrote with Jersey and Rory?”
“That,” I said taking a step closer, “was decided on by the courts.”
I took another step, but she didn’t move away.
“It wasEver, wasn’t it?” I said. Her eyes flicked wide open, and she took a sharp breath.
“It was one of my favorite songs too,” I said. “And still is.” I began to sing it softly.
“If you ever need a friend,
Someone to help you tie loose ends,
The one who’ll send you roses,
And watch the stars with you,
Call me.
I’ll be there always and ever.”
I never do this—sing to a woman I’m trying to seduce. Music is the better part of my dissolute soul and I don’t share it with just anyone. But I’m sharing it with her, and she seems to sense that this is something different because she doesn’t resist when I lean in and touch my lips to hers.
